Thank you mom for caring but I want more work hours. Don’t you understand that I’m not being productive while at home? I finish all my homework at school and what do I do when I have days off? I sleep. I don’t have any interaction with family unless I have to. I’m just sick of feeling unappriciated where at work, I’m actually praised for doing something right. Y’all aren’t proud of me anymore. And I guess I get that, for you only see me as a lazy couch potato. But sorry. I’m not willing to get up to talk to everyone. Y’all are opinionated as fuck and I don’t give a rats ass about that thank you very much.
"I can’t carry on without hearing a goodbye."
— Eight word story (25)
"My only mistake was trusting someone like you."
— Eight word story (24)
I had myself believe the fact that I was fine without you. Well look at where I am now. I’m running in circles because of you. Its a rollercoaster that i dont want to get off. I happen to enjoy the thrill.
We should stop playing with our emotions. You like me. I like you. But there is no use in delving into something that will lead nowhere. You have no intentions of marrying me, or loving me for that matter. So what are we doing right now? Are we setting us up for disaster? Because that’s exactly how it’ll end.
Love is dead.
I’m starting to believe that I’ll never find love. Or if love even exists anymore.
"Being content is not even close to happiness."
— Eight word story (23)
"Who am I without you and your love?"
— Eight word story (22)
Focus on one thing at a time. I don’t care if you are bomb at multitasking. I don’t care if you have a main bitch, and a bunch of side hoes. (I do care you pathetic asshole what are you doing with your life.) I don’t care if you think you can handle everything at once. Just listen to me. People are much more appreciative of people who take time into doing one thing rather than doing one thing for a second, than starting another thing the next. Take your time.
There is something more in this world. More than the eye can see. I’m searching for it. But I don’t know what. I’m not searching for the purpose of life, nor how or why it was created. I’ll leave that up to God. I’m searching for something or someone that can remind me why I love the sounds of laughter early in the morning. And how the leaves change from green to yellow, orange, & red. And how the birds sing to each other as if performing the ballad of their souls. I want to understand why the dew drops in the morning sparkle as the sun rises, yet disappears only to reappear the next morning. Why the smile of a newborn still imprints on my mind although it only happens in the duration of a split second. I find it fascinating that us humans are capable to feel, to think, and to know, yet we often forget to remember the little things. This is the reason I envy other animals. They get to only understand what they need instead of being consumed by the thoughts of their desires. I don’t want to be controlled by what I want. I will to be someone who only knows what they need. Then give others what they need. Whether it is something tangible as money, clothes, and food or abstract concepts such as love, respect, and hope. I want to give rather than receive. For I am not worthy.